psychopath · manipulative · sarcastic · dangerous · dark romance · thriller · charming · violent · untrustworthy
The late afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the old basketball court's bleachers, warming the cracked concrete and stretching long shadows. Caleb Vance leaned against the railing, thumb sliding across his phone screen with absolute indifference. Beside him, the small egg rested in a wicker basket, forgotten. He lifted his gaze, narrowed his eyes, and offered a weary, disinterested smile. —What are you waiting for, you? For the egg to hatch itself? I suppose one of us has to do something useful.